The Day Our Promise Breaks
Chapter 114

Rosa was right on time, catching the end of the workday to check in on things. It took Evelyn a moment to piece together what Rosa meant when she mentioned Mr. Robinson-oh right, her blind date.

"Is he downstairs at my office?" Evelyn asked, a bit surprised.

"Yep! You were supposed to meet at a restaurant, but he figured since he was in the area, he'd pick you up. Eve, don't keep him waiting and head down."

Rosa was enthusiastic and clearly pleased with the setup she'd arranged.

"Alright, I'm going now," Evelyn replied. She didn't want to keep anyone waiting, quickly grabbed her things and made her way downstairs.

Stepping out of the office, the first thing that caught her eye was a sleek black Rolls-Royce. It was unmistakably Charles' car. He was inside, making no move to get out. As the window lowered a fraction, Evelyn's gaze locked with Charles'.

Dahlia noticed Charles' arrival, a flicker of surprise flickering in her eyes. She noticed his attention was on Evelyn, so she seized the chance to greet him, effectively blocking his view.

"Charles is picking me up, so I'm off. Bye!" she announced to her colleagues, waving with a sweet smile before quickly slipping into the car. As the door closed, she leaned over to give Charles a quick kiss. The tinted windows kept their colleagues from seeing in, but it didn't stop them from drawing their own conclusions.

"Mr. Jenkins and Dahlia are such a perfect pair. Dahlia mentioned they've been together for years, and it's amazing how close they still are. Mr. Jenkins must be really smitten to come get her from work."

Evelyn's gaze lingered momentarily before she noticed movement beside the Rolls-Royce. The door of a sleek, expensive car swung open, revealing a handsome, well-mannered man who stepped out with his eyes on Evelyn.

"Ms. Evelyn, hello, I'm Michael Robinson," he greeted her with a courteous nod.

"Hello, I'm Evelyn," she replied, matching his politeness. Rosa had recommended him, and Michael naturally made a good impression with his gentlemanly demeanor.

"Do you have a preference for Italian or French?" Michael asked, holding the passenger door open for her.

"Whatever you choose is fine," Evelyn said, not being particular.

Just as she was about to get in, she felt an intense stare on her back. It came from the Rolls-Royce. Charles had lowered the window again, his eyes boring into her with a fiery intensity as if trying to pierce through her resolve. He sat there, gaze fixed on Michael's profile, with a frown tugging at his brow.

It seemed like she'd hop into any car that came along.

"Charles, what's up?" Dahlia asked, following his gaze toward Michael, her lips curling ever so slightly into a knowing smile. She pretended not to understand.

Charles didn't answer, choosing instead to pull out his phone. His fingers flew across the screen.

Evelyn had barely settled into Michael's car when her phone buzzed with a message. It was from Charles. She didn't bother opening it. The notification flashed on her screen.

Charles: [Get out]

Two words, no punctuation, loaded

with his usual commanding tonez Evelyn's eyes held a trace of

mockery. He was busy kissing

Dahlia yet still found time to interfere

with her blind date plans.

Unfazed, Evelyn ignored the message. As Michael got in, she locked her screen and slipped her phone into her bag.

Charles' gaze remained glued to the

passenger door, but he didn't see Evelyn get out. Instead, the car drove off. His expression turned stormy like a glacier radiating cold, instantly bringing a chill to the car's interior.

Evelyn didn't get out. She would learn her lesson.